I moved into the halfway house on July 29, 2013.. i lived there til October of 2013. I loved every minute of it in the beginning.. i met a girl in there who i got close with (bad idea). We moved out and into a hotel for two weeks (i ended back in the house). I was dating an asshole named Eric Olsen. He was from Jersey but lived in Lebanon TN. He is also an addict. We (me, Jamie, Eric, & Nick) all got drunk together sitting in a hotel room. it was TWO weeks from my year sober. and i fucked it all the way up. I of course ended up blacked out and woke up with a busted head and a huge cut on my back and i have no idea to this day why. I moved back into the house, and things went to shit. no one wanted me to be with Eric (which i thought he needed me) (we'll get into that in a minute) they all became bitches over night. and i am actually extremely grateful i got out when i did. i miss the fellowship of the house sometimes, the support. but i honestly do not miss their misconstrued version of recovery, nor the way it was ran. I dont miss sharing 2 bathrooms with 12 women, i dont miss them stealing my food. i dont miss having to pay WAY too much money to be there. Anyways, back to the catching up. i came home JUST TO VISIT and i brought my boyfriend (at the time) Eric with me.. he met my mom and then convinced me to go shoplift some clothes for him.. some would say no one can make you do the things you do. but he knew exactly how to get into my head. he knew what to say to me, and how to say it. if that makes any sense. well i have shoplifted many times when i was a hardcore junkie. and ive always gotten away with it. but not this time, i sat in the autauga county metro for four days. with no shower, no toothbrush, no bra, no panties. and 2 meals a day. i was in solitary due to implanted piercings they couldnt remove. IT SUCKED. well needless to say my mom hated him the day she met him. well i wanted to come home and he wanted to come with me.. so long story short i brought him and we moved into my moms rental house with my cousin Paulina. mine and erics relationship was a downhill battle from the day we came to bama. and thats okay, i hated him. i had a resentment towards him.. i kicked him out new years eve :)
i started working in a daycare when i first moved home. it was okay, until i realized that i cannot work with kids all day and stay sober. i didnt really look for anything else..
a parent pissed me off one day so i had to get a new tattoo to ease my anger (its my out). and the artist Jason kinda thought i was cute. and i jokingly said, you should give me a job lol. and that was it. we exchanged numbers and then like 2 weeks later he asked if i really wanted a job.. so of course i took it. and thats where i am. i am sober, on probation, and i have a job i love.
AAAAAAAND im once again kinda seeing my boss. i like him. i really do.
